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[integrity]

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

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[fridgetothefire]

Right back at you.

Okay, I'm off to deliver the crowbar. Let me know when you're ready to return it.

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[integrity]

I should only need it for an hour. I will return it personally.

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[fridgetothefire]

Okay, see you then. I'll be at the front desk of [Hotel address goes here.]

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[integrity]

Excellent. See you there.

[fridgetothefire]

[Would you rather continue here or set up a log?]

[integrity]

[here, please!]

ignore the iconbooze, pfft

[fridgetothefire]

[She's at her desk in the lobby, going over some schematics - she's thinking of trying her hand at rewiring some of the currently uninhabitable rooms.]

kdjfhgdf lmaooo

[integrity]

[And Crowley, suddenly, appears in a corner, hands in his pockets, with an even smile -- and curious.]

Hello.

What do Crowley's clothes look like? Still pranked stuff or his usual suave?

[fridgetothefire]

[She glances up - not startled by his appearance, just the same shift of attention she would give anyone who walked in the door. She smiles and waves.]

Hey, guy. You finish your rampage?

he still has what he was wearing! so he still looks suave. 8)

[integrity]

[With a slight roll of the eyes.]

Not quite. I still need Castiel's head on a stake.

[fridgetothefire]

Shucks, I don't think I have one of those on hand.

Nice coat, by the way.

[integrity]

Thank you, it was hand-made.

[Like everything else in his closets, which are now empty. Mrrgh. >:c]

[fridgetothefire]

So what did Mister Head-on-a-stick do to incur your wrath?

[integrity]

He stole all of my clothing and froze my bank accounts.

Hence, murder upon sight.

[fridgetothefire]

The only reasonable response.

Oh, and you can just leave that in the umbrella stand, by the way.

[She indicated the chipped second-hand ceramic owl sitting next to her desk, with a few canes and umbrella handles protruding from it's head like drab flowers.]

[integrity]

You've yet to be fully accustomed to me. I assure you, it's reasonable.

[ -- and he glances toward the umbrella stand.]

You keep weaponry in your umbrella stand?

[Crowley sounds amused.]

[fridgetothefire]

Most people glance once and assume it's just a handle of something else trying too hard to look hardcore, if they look at all. And it's reassuring to keep it close to hand.

[integrity]

[ ... he looks suitably impressed before depositing the weapon neatly in the umbrella stand.]

Smart.

[Hunter smart -- but if Crowley is telling you you're smart, you should probably just take the compliment, he doesn't do it very often.]

[fridgetothefire]

[She shrugs. She's never really had a standard of comparison, and Magneto only told her she was weak and useless, so she doesn't think of herself as particularly smart at all.]

Thanks, I guess? It's not a big deal, I just like to be careful.

[integrity]

[Magneto killed him. He knows the feel of Magneto being a douchebag.]

There is a difference between being careful and being smart. That -- is smart.

[Crowley shrugs a shoulder.]

But have it your way.